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Inspired by the song

Hi everyone, yes, I know I write everything 'inspired by a song,' but it's true! R&R, positive and negative all appreciated, I like to learn from my mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything (except the plot), as much as I'd like to. Thank JKR for thinking up the marvelous story of Harry Potter!

Chapter One.

Professor Dumbledore called Hermione up to his study one day when she was in Potions.

"Don't worry," Ron reassured her, "You being such a good student and all, it can't be a bad thing. You've probably won Smartest Witch of the Year Award or something related to smartness."

Harry agreed. "True, Hermione, you can go, no worries! Besides," he added comfortingly, "If it's anything bad we're here!" He indicated himself and Ron.

"Thanks, Harry, thanks, Ron," Hermione smiled nervously. "See you later!"

Dumbledore smiled politely at Hermione when she walked in, stumbling a little.

"Hello, Hermione. I trust you are alright with missing part of Potions?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," she replied weakly. "What is it," she hesitated to ask, but Dumbledore waved her on, "that you have called me here to discuss today?" she continued.

"Wait a moment in this chair here," he indicated the red armchair in front of his desk, "and I shall tell you once someone else arrives."

"Oh, okay, sir," she answered, and sat down. She had a bad feeling about this, though she had no idea why. It was probably Professor McGonagall they were waiting for, anyway.

Two minutes later, someone walked off the staircase, fell, and cursed loudly before pushing open the door.

Neville, probably, Hermione thought in relief. Then she blushed slightly for thinking of Neville once she heard someone fall. It was rather mean.

A well-polished black boot stepped inside the door.

Green, silver, and black robes followed.

Hermione's heart stopped. Not in the omigosh, it's HIM way, but in the this cannot be happening way. And it couldn't. The final confirmation was the entrance of the perfectly groomed head of platinum blonde hair.

Draco Malfoy.

This was it.

Oh, why did her life have to be so difficult?

Malfoy came in and was just as shocked to see her. He opened his mouth, no doubt to protest, when Dumbledore said resignedly, "Mr. Malfoy, please sit." He gestured to the green armchair in front of his desk—and beside Hermione.

Grumbling extremely loudly (Hermione caught the words 'damn' and 'not the Mudblood' and 'what?')

If she also had no idea what was happening she would have found it funny.

"Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, I am here to talk to you about a very important matter. It is about your mother, Draco." Dumbledore began heavily.

"Why does it concern me, then?" Hermione asked. The summer holidays were in two weeks and Hermione had a faint idea of what was going to happen.

"Because you are involved, Hermione," Dumbledore said vaguely.

"Oh, no…" her voice trailed away.

"My mother what?" Malfoy asked urgently.

"She is in St. Mungo's. She was attacked by Death Eaters, and is in an unstable condition. I believe it is because you have rebelled against Voldemort. As you know, Death Eaters have been attacking parents to get their children to cooperate and children to get their parents to cooperate. I believe Voldemort wants to get Lucius very supportive of him again, as he is a valuable servant because of his influence in the Ministry," Dumbledore explained.

"So he's going to come live in MY HOUSE in A MUGGLE COMMUNITY?" Hermione asked, outraged.

"I am?" Malfoy asked, equally outraged.

"Yes, you are," Dumbledore replied firmly. As Malfoy opened his mouth to argue, Dumbledore quickly continued, "It's for your safety, and your mother insisted."

Malfoy relented. "Okay."

"Also, I believe you will not find the house too small for your liking. It is a manor too," Dumbledore said with a smile.

The look on Malfoy's face was priceless.

"You have money?" he asked incredulously, turning to Hermione, mouth agape.

"My parents are famous dentists. In the Muggle world, famous singers, dancers, actors, doctors, Presidents, and PMs (Prime Ministers, Malfoy) all earn big money. And," she lowered her head and blushed, "I am a famous singer in the Muggle world."

"You're a what?" Malfoy asked, amazed.

"Well, Miss Granger, full of surprises, I see," Dumbledore smiled.

Hermione mumbled something indiscernible and hung her head, becoming more flushed.

"Miss Granger, after this I'd like to have a talk with you. Mr. Malfoy, you are excused," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.

Hermione came back to Potions and sat beside Harry and blurted out, "Dumbledore said Malfoy is going to come stay at my place for summer break, the entire summer break, because he's in danger from Voldemort."

"What?" Harry and Ron's reactions were the same.

"Yeah," she mumbled.

They were sympathetic.

"It's okay, Hermione, I'll invite you and Harry to the Burrow immediately," Ron assured her.

"Thanks, Ron," Hermione smiled weakly.

"You're allowed to write, you know. We'll send you letters, and pictures, and you can write back to us," Harry grinned at her. "I'll send you a Patronus, and if you need to scare Malfoy, you can tell me and I will send him one that says, 'Malfoy you evil git, leave Hermione alone and I can command you because I am the great and terrible God of Animals! I chose the form of a stag because it is the best animal ever! Unlike yours.'"

"Thanks, Harry, I appreciate that offer!" Hermione smiled again. Harry and Ron really did know how to cheer her up.

Just as she was beginning to be cheerful again, Malfoy came by and 'accidentally' shoved her porcupine quills into her cauldron when she was supposed to add crushed mint leaves first. This step was vital, as the instructions on the board pointed out, because if the porcupine quills were added first the potion would become a sore-healing one not a pain-relieving one they were supposed to be making.

"Professor," Malfoy was all too gleeful to point out, "Granger made a sore-healing potion!"

"For that, Miss Granger," Snape sneered, "Ten points would be taken from Gryffindor." He lifted his wand to clear her cauldron.

"Wait, Professor," Hermione said quickly.

Professor McGonagall came in just in time to see Hermione shout, "Clearevensco!" and lift the melted porcupine quills out of the cauldron, and turning them back into solid porcupine quills again. The potion returned to its original state before 'Hermione's mistake.'

"Impressive magic, Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall shouted in delight. "Twenty points to Gryffindor for outstanding magic! Did you invent that?" the professor asked her curiously.

"Yeah," said Hermione, slightly embarrassed.

"Five more points!" McGonagall smiled. "I haven't seen such an impressive student since…" Her eyes flitted to Snape, and she stopped abruptly.

"What was it you needed to say, Professor?" Snape cut in smoothly.

"Oh! Miss Granger, you have to go pack."

"What?" Hermione asked.

"You are leaving tomorrow," said Professor McGonagall tartly.

"But the holidays are the day after tomorrow!" Hermione cried.

"You have to leave early, under the Headmaster's orders."

Hermione noticed they were having this conversation in front of all the Gryffindor sixth years.

"Okay, Professor," she sighed.

R&R, please! I can't wait to get them (Dramione!) together!